The herald Tyrant invades the Shi'ar Empire

"Russell, are you even listening to me?"

Spider-Man, seeing that Russell didn't respond, outwardly appeared indifferent, his white eyes behind his mask staring straight at him.

"I told you, I can't beat Galactus. At most, I can help people rescue cats or get balloons for kids. I told you that."

"You're right," Russell interrupted him.

Spider-Man paused for a moment.

"What?"

"You're right," Russell repeated, "You can't beat Galactus."

He stood up from the chair, took his hands out of his pockets, and slightly raised his right hand.

So we're not waiting for him.

Spider-Man's Spider-Sense jolted.

"Wait, what do you mean?"

Russell didn't answer. With a wave of his right hand, the power of spacetime formed a giant net, enveloping Thanos, the Silver Surfer, the Black Order, and Spider-Man in the fast food restaurant.

Space distorted in that instant.

Spider-Man felt something suddenly pull his body, as if someone had tied a rope around his waist and then yanked him hard.

His vision turned pure white, his ears were ringing, and his stomach was churning, as if he had been on a roller coaster without a seatbelt.

Then wait until the white light in front of you dissipates.

Spider-Man collapsed onto unfamiliar land.

He looked up and saw a completely unfamiliar sky.

The sky wasn't blue; it was a color close to purple, with dark red stripes.

Two suns hung in the sky, one large and one small. The large one was burning slowly, while the small one resembled its shadow.

The city ruins in the distance stood silently under the purple sky.

The ruins of buildings, the broken bridges, and the streets crushed by some immense force all silently testify to an ongoing disaster.

Looking around, traces of the destruction of civilizations on numerous Planet are everywhere.

A massive rift opened up from the center of the city, and lava surged from the ground, swallowing the remaining buildings.

Occasionally, some enormous, luminous creature would sweep across the sky, the hot winds generated by the flapping of its wings sending debris flying everywhere.

Those creatures looked like some kind of modified cosmic beings, their bodies etched with ancient, badge-like patterns.

Spider-Man stared wide-eyed at everything.

"Wow, where is this? This is definitely not Earth. Earth doesn't have two suns in the sky, and the sky isn't purple."

Earth's air doesn't smell like this. Wait, can I breathe this air? I think I can... okay, that's good, but..."

He turned his head and looked at Russell.

Where exactly did you take us?

Russell stood beside him, hands in his pockets, as casually as if he were standing in his own backyard.

"This is a habitable Planet under the jurisdiction of the Shi'ar Empire," Russell said calmly. "It's called Kree Lal."

"The population was approximately 300 million, and their level of civilization before the attack by the Herald of Galactus was roughly equivalent to that of Earth in the early 20th century."

Spider-Man sensed something was very wrong.

"The Herald of Galactus?" he repeated. "You mean, there's Herald of Galactus here too?"

"Yes," Russell said. "Galactus has more than one messenger; the Silver Surfer is one of them, but there is another on this Planet."

He turned his head and looked at the Silver Surfer.

Silver Surfer's starlight pupils were spinning violently, and the liquid metal on his body surface was fluctuating uneasily, as if something had been touched.

"I sensed it." Silver Surfer's voice was colder than usual. "That familiar aura... it's him."

He raised his head, facing the direction of the ruined city in the distance.

"The Tyrant's Herald, his name is Tyrant, one of the most brutal messengers of Galactus, who enjoys watching the civilizations on those planets collapse under his attacks and enjoys hearing those lives scream in fear."

Unlike other messengers who merely announce the arrival of Galactus, he will first destroy cities, civilizations, and life, then let Galactus devour the remains.

Spider-Man's eyes narrowed slightly beneath his mask.

"So he's already attacking this Planet, and those cracks and lava monsters, he's responsible for them?"

"Yes." Silver Surfer Shadow nodded.

Spider-Man spread his hands and turned his gaze to Russell.

"Okay, so you've brought us to a Planet that's being attacked by the Herald of Galactus. Are you sure this is what you mean by 'proactive attack'?"

I thought we were going to fight Galactus, but it turns out we're going to fight his minions instead?

"His messengers are merely the vanguard; next, we will face the Galactus head-on."

Spider-Man's eyes widened.

"Confront the Galactus?" he repeated. "Right here? On this Planet whose name I can't even pronounce?"

"Yes." Russell nodded. "Galactus will come here; the Tyrant's Herald has already prepared food for Galactus."

When Galactus arrives, the Tyrant's Herald will make all the preparations for the meal, and then he will personally devour the Planet.

"But we can defeat him before he eats up the Planet. Then it'll be up to you, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man looked at him, remaining silent for a long time.

Meanwhile, in outer space on the inhabited Planet, a Warship belonging to the Shi'ar Empire is hovering in a synchronous orbit.

Inside the command center, Commander Korath stood Holographic Tactical Table, his face grim.

He was a veteran Shi'ar officer, his uniform a testament to his honor, and the scar on his face, running from his forehead to his jaw, was a souvenir from an interstellar war decades ago.

"Report." A communications officer's voice came from the console.

"The third squad sent to support Kree Lal has lost contact; their ship was destroyed three minutes after entering the atmosphere."

The Tyrant's Herald used some kind of energy weapon to strike their engines directly from the ground.

Korath slammed his fist on the tactical table.

"Where is the fourth squad?"

"They also lost contact; their spaceship was intercepted by some kind of creature after entering the atmosphere."

Those cosmic creatures, modified by the Tyrant's Herald, burst forth from the clouds and tore our spaceship to pieces.

Korath closed his eyes.

He dispatched four squads.

Four elite special forces units, trained to the most rigorous standards by the Shi'ar Empire Shi'ar Empire and equipped with the most advanced weaponry, were all destroyed by the Tyrant's Herald.

"How much time do we have left?" he asked.

"According to our calculations, Galactus will arrive at this Galaxy in one hour."

The communications officer's voice was filled with sorrow, "In one hour, all life on this Planet will be wiped out."

Korath remained silent for a moment.

"Continue to contact headquarters and request reinforcements. Tell them that if they don't send a fleet soon, Kree Lal will be gone."

"Yes."

Suddenly another voice came from another corner of the control panel.

"Commander."

"What?"

"Just now, a new energy signal appeared on the surface of Kree Lal. They shouldn't be the Tyrant's Herald's minions; their energy signature is unlike anything else on this Planet."

Korath frowned.

Who is it?

"I don't know, but there's an extremely powerful presence in their energy signal, so powerful that our sensors overloaded the moment they detected it."

Korath's fingers tightened slightly.

"And," the communications officer's voice grew even more tense, "Based on energy signature comparisons, one of the signals belongs to Thanos."

Korath suddenly raised his head.

Thanos?

"Yes, that's Thanos from Titan, the overlord who conquered countless Galaxy."

Korath's eyes widened.

Thanos has also set his sights on our Shi'ar Empire.

He didn't know why Thanos had also set his sights on this life-bearing Planet.

It's unclear why Thanos appeared on this Planet that's about to be devoured by Galactus, or whether he's related to the Thanos 'Tyrant's Herald.

"Transmit the video to the main screen immediately; I want to witness it with my own eyes," he commanded.

"Yes."

The home screen lit up quickly.

In the image, a group of people are standing on the edge of a ruined city.

Thanos stood at the very front, surrounded by five cold-faced figures.

Behind him, a silver, liquid metal figure floated in mid-air.

Next to Thanos, a figure wearing a red and blue bodysuit and a mask was squatting on a rock, looking around.

In addition, there was a handsome, sunny man leisurely strolling near the ruins.

Korath stared intently at the screen.